Buffy ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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I've noticed that during the Bush years liberals would talk about moving to Canada. During the Obama months conservatives have talked about armed rebellion...
I'll go with seekrit option f) The Soviet Union is no longer an option.
If it were it really would have been easier to continually and loudly compare that last administration to the KGB. There's no Godwin's Law for Stalin, people.
This is the one I bought: [link]
"Whereas 'baby fishmouth' is sweeping the nation."
::loves Tep::
IOmememeN, I'm desperate for some relative peace and quiet. I explained to my mother that I needed to do some work this morning. Meaning, I need to sit at the computer and do some research and I need to be able to think.
I think she heard, "Oh, she's sitting there, so I can sit in the chair behind her and spout off randomly."
When I asked her to give me just a couple of minutes, she got this hurt look on her face. I just can't win.
I'll just have to put off the work until after she leaves.
Good luck, Barb.
IOmememeN, I'm desperate for some relative peace and quiet. I explained to my mother that I needed to do some work this morning. Meaning, I need to sit at the computer and do some research and I need to be able to think.
I SO feel your pain. My mother wouldn't let me read a fucking book without talking to me. I once was reading a book with my iPod on, which I thought sent a clear signal that I wanted to read without interruption and she STILL had to say random shit like "oh, I like this wine".
Once, I wasn't feeling well and went back to the room. She came in a few hours later and I was reading. She kept talking to me, and I would acknowledge her and finally said in a snotty tone "do you just want to read your book?" I said "YES! thank you!" And then she got huffy and was slamming things and glaring at me. I swear that she went to bed early that night just to turn off the lights (I of course had a reading lamp, so it was fine)
I think Vortex and I could go on a vacation together with a stack of books a few bottles of wine and be perfectly happy. Especially if there were cabana boys.
When I was in Jr. High my best friend and I used to go over to each other's houses and read.
Our Mothers thought this was hysterical. I thought it was great she had bunkbeds.
My officemate is a Democrat and also a hunter, and thus owns several guns. I think he's the only person I know who's ever told me that he owns a gun.:: whistles innocently :: OK, so I have a few, but they haven't been out of their cases in a LONG time, and they are all small caliber (1 is .22, the other 2 are .357).
However, if you'd like to practice Hebrew, just say so. I'd love to help. Ask omnis.Yup, she's great until it's test season. Then Noooo, she abandons you, leaves you to forget EVERYTHING, because clearly the tests are more important than... oh hell, this attempt at a guilt trip is not going to work. Yes, I learned a few words, and I think when our schedules collide again, she will teach me more!
I'm cannot help but imitating the accent of the person I'm speaking with.Yes, I join this list. It made the lady I was bargaining with in Mexico talk FASTER. not good. Also made a couple rednecks in Kentucky ask "er yeeww mokin' me, boi?". Also not good.
I should be off to work. Tell me, if exercise is supposed to make you feel all better and more refreshed, how come it isn't helping me wake up any easier. Not fair. Although, I think my man boobs have reduced a half cup size or so.
I've got a 9mm Sig Sauer--yes, I went with that one because it's the gun Scully uses, but she's got itty bitty hands, too--and my friends who know my liberal ways are always a bit baffled. But it lives in a case with a lock under my desk when it's not at the range. What I find disturbing is the fact that at 10 yards I could outshoot a bunch of local policemen. but then they did get thrown out of a regional police range competition for being idiots and using the sideways gangster grip. Ah, civic pride.
We have a gun. In the gun safe. Where it's been for years, because we don't go to the range anymore.
I used to want a gun of my own, but see above re: don't go to the range anymore.